#also i almost made it a Jushiro x reader x Shunsui but was like ..... i dont have the time

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hey can you pls do a jushiro x reader smut a wedding night please ☝️☝️☝️

How I wish I was s/o right now…😫I just hope to find a man like him please🥺

Anyways, I hope you like @genvjutsu 🤗

Imagine: Jushiro x reader

Tw: smut with a fluff ending

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You and Jushiro had fulfilled a dream together. Your wedding was the happiest day of your life, you were officially married to the man you loved most in life. Not only was the 13th division partying, but so was everyone from the others divisions.

He was now holding you in his arms while walked into the room. He put you on the floor and closed the door, then he walked over to kiss your forehead.

"I can't believe I married you, I still find it hard to believe that this wonderful day is real, my dear Jushiro"- you said with a happy smile

"It's real my love, you and I are married now"

He pulled you into a hug and you could feel his heart in euphoria, you lifted your head up and stared into his bright green eyes.

"How about we enjoy our night? Now there are only two of us "

"You're right, I've been thinking about this night for so long and besides I don't want to make my beautiful bride wait for me"- He said giving you a smile

You tugged at the collar of his kimono and lifted your head to reach his lips. He kissed you back while his hands were on your waist holding your body against his. The kiss was long and slow, your hands began to roam his body and slowly taking off the black kimono he had taken to the ceremony. After you removed it, he lifted you up and took you to the bed, getting on top of you and also taking off your clothes. You had taken a flowery white kimono, something that was highly praised by Jushiro and that had a slight influence from Shunsui since he also usually wears a flowery kimono. He wanted you to look extremely beautiful to marry his best friend and you would have to thank him later for his help. Jushiro started sliding his lips to the skin of your neck where he left some kisses. You had your hands in his hair while you enjoyed the gentle touch of him running from your neck to the exposed skin of your breasts. He licked your breasts always with that slow rhythm. His hot mouth sucking on your skin and his hands touching you so gently, made you arch your back.

His lips left your breasts and made a trail of kisses down your belly until they reached the waistband of your underwear and then he lifted his face to meet your eyes, almost as if he was asking you if he could take it off. Even after you two got married he was always very kind and careful with you not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. You gave him a slight nod and he lightly slid it down your thighs. He placed his hands on your knees and opened your legs exposing your wet nether lips to him.

You moaned when he began to lick the inside of your thighs until he reached your slit. You grabbed his white hair while groaned and arched your backs off the mattress. His hands held your thighs apart while he placed wet kisses all over that area. His hot tongue were slowly penetrated you in and out. You loved having him between your legs, it wasn't fast or needy, everything was intense and slow. He knew what he was doing.

One of his hands that had been holding your thighs slid closer while his thumb began circling around your clit. His tongue coming in and out of you plus the circular movements he was making were driving you crazy. One of your hands held his hair while the other held the bed sheet. You begged for him, begged for more and your body didn't hide how much you needed him around. You felt a shiver run through your body and your legs started to shake. You felt his thumb rub faster against your bud and before long you came pouring all the cum onto his mouth and he drank it all without leaving a drop. He leaned over to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"You look so beautiful, my love"- he whispered next to your ear

Your hands traveled to the waistband of his hakama and pulled it down. His member that once was sore, was now free and next to your entrance. He entered you slowly while kissed you. One of his hands held onto your thigh and the other was gripping one of your hand. He buried his head in the crook of your neck making small muffled moans and you moaned his name when he entered you completely filling all your insides. You took your hands to his back, that pleasure was too much for you. He took slow thrusts into you and you arched against his chest. He lifted his face and kissed you but this time it was more needy, he loved you so much and your lips on his was something he loved even more. The kiss was long and you didn't want to pull away for anything. The way of the hot tongues met and roamed both mouths was wonderful. His movements sped up slightly making you moan into his mouth.

"I love you so much Jushiro"- You said while kissing him again

"I love you to so much, you are so perfect y/n"

He held your face and with the other hand went back to grabbing your thigh accelerating the movements even more. His pelvis slamming against your clit was bringing you closer to peak once more. You put your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you. You felt your insides tighten around him and, involuntarily, you let out a small happy tear. He swiped his thumb to wipe it and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

"You're doing so well…so tight for me…"- he whispered close to your lips

"Jushiro… I-I'm… so…"- you moaned as you felt yourself getting closer

He hugged your body close to his and kissed you while you came. He didn't let go of your lips until he released his hot fluid inside you. You parted your lips to catch your breath, you were both sweaty and panting. He leaned his forehead against yours while trying breath properly, he looked into your eyes while giving you the tipical sweet smile that you loved so much. You felt like the happiest woman in Seireitei to have him there with you.

"Thank you my love… for making me feel loved and happy"- you said shedding another tear

"I am the only one who has to thank to life for putting you in my path, you are my greatest inspiration"- he said wiping your tears

He withdrew from your interiors and got up to go get something to clean you up. He lay down next to you and hugged your body to his kissing you again. You snuggled against him while started fell asleep. Before he lay down he kissed the top of your head.

"Good night my dear wife"

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[unohanadaydreams]

Happy birthday @tuliharja​! Last night I was deciding whether to answer thirst posts, hovered over yours, and saw today’s date for you b-day in your bio. I guess consider it payback for tagging me in that post, that one time haha?

May this humble offering of hurt/comfort be sufficient. I wrote and edited it all today so if my not-so-fresh eyes missed mistakes pls forgive me lmao.

so close and yet so far from death [1k+ words]

Jushiro Ukitake:

Falling to her knees, Kiyone pressed her blubbering face against the thin door. “He won’t tell us! Not a thing,” she said, like she was struggling to contain a sob.

Sentaro’s arms circling around her waist, he tugged her to a stand.

“We tried our best.” Despite his eyes holding yours, it seemed more a reassurance for the down trodden Kiyone leaning against him.

Your smile was soft when it lifted.

When had they ever failed at keeping their captain first in their hearts and minds?

 “Of course, you did,” you said, trying to infuse your thanks into a tender tone. “Thank you for your efforts.”

Relieving them from their post with a squeeze to Sentaro’s shoulder and a ruffle of Kiyone’s hair, you pressed on.

And immediately crouched to the floor, your fingers smoothing over the warm knit blanket tossed in the entry way, your heart squeezing.

Oh, Jushiro.

You smothered your face in the blanket. Breathed in his scent. Desperate to collect yourself with arms full of buttery soft yarn. You waited, crouched and tense, for the knot of tears that pricked at your throat to loosen and dissolve away.

The growing sadness only made the tears spill. How hypocritical of you--wishing  Jushiro would see more than pity in your actions, while you paused here…pitying you both.

With a soft determination, you nodded, brushed tears from warm cheeks.

“Right!” Using the momentum of your renewed hope, you hoisted yourself up, wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, and toed off both your sandals. Your thoughts of ‘poor Jushiro’ left in the doorway with them.

The blanket hugged you, warm and comfortable as you padded across the tatami mat to the backyard. You might have paused longer without the yarn-spun shield--near dead, with Fall smoothly moving to embrace Winter, the garden looked unwelcoming.

The chill of stepping outside slapped at your exposed face in uneven bursts of wind, but you persisted, fingers foisted in the blanket.

You seemed to spot him all at once, as though the slump of his frame had camouflaged him. His bleak mood folding him into the similarly blanched surroundings.

He was without his captain’s coat. The thin, faded kimono he often wore to bed was all that shielded him from the wind’s bite. Strands of his long, bone white hair lifted, like the wind was a mouth, tugging.

You kept your feet steady despite the worry, unsure if the deep concern you felt would cause him to flee; a deer bolting at the first crunch of underbrush.

“Jushiro,” you said. Your voice tensed his shoulders, caused his head to jump as though roused from thought.

Your arms de-tangled from the wool and draped it over his shoulders before you sank beside him. “Your lieutenants are sulking like puppies, you know.”

“Hm. They should be used to it by now,” he said in a melancholy tone that you struggled to hear. Jushiro never spoke about the silly tag team who constantly trailed him like that.

‘Patience be damned,’ you thought. Groaning loud and forceful you smacked your cold hands against your equally frost licked cheeks. “I can’t do it!”

Jushiro finally turned to you, eyebrows raised.

“I can’t stand seeing you so down on yourself,” you carried on, the steam of your outrage warming you, causing your breath to puff in white clouds. “And I’m not leaving until you talk to me!”

He winced, a bitter twist raising his lips at the sight of your hand grabbing for his. “I couldn’t get through the proposal.”

“It was just bad timing.”

His gaze retreated, moving to track flashing scales of sluggish, well-fed koi instead.

“Yes, exactly,” Jushiro croaked. “What if it’s always bad timing? Will you be so understanding when it’s our wedding day that I’m coughing up blood at?”

Your hand tightened around his, rubbing at his pale, thin fingers. “Of course,” you said, trying to contain your frustration. “Jushiro, I love you. I love all of you. Not just when you’re healthy or when life is easy.”

His dark brown eyes met yours for a breathless moment before his hand squeezed back and he laced your fingers together. “You deserve someone like that, -chan. Someone healthy. Who makes life easy.”

You couldn’t have shaken your head with anymore force, wishing you could smash your forehead against his and force every ounce of your feelings through his thick skull. Jushiro’s determination to upend your point tightened your throat.

“No,” you said, voice quivering in frustration. “I deserve the man who proposed to me because he loves me so much he wants to spend his life with me!! I--”

His arms were tugging at your back before you could speak further. Your deep, shuddering breath sucked the cotton fabric against his chest to your lips as you began to cry in earnest.

There was nothing to do but say it once more--”I love you, Jushiro. I do.”

“Oh,” he said, so mournful in his regret. “My dear.”

“Am I?,” you sobbed. “Then why can’t I be your wife, too?”

His hair tickled at your ears as it cascaded over you, his chin sharp against your scalp. “You are--oh, you are.”

He called your name, then again, and again, each utterance more bare than the last. “It’s just like me to forget how far pride forces you from others, isn’t it.”

Jushiro’s lips pressed to the top of your head, the chill of his own tears pooling between the kiss. The proof of his hurt did nothing to satisfy you. But your crying slowed, your arms hugging him, hands meeting behind his shaking back.

“Yes, but you understand now, don’t you? You’re not a sickness I need shielded from.”

Arms almost crushing, he held you tightly, for long minutes that were marked only by soft crying and whistling wind. “Thank you,” he managed after his body had grown steady.

Your tears wet his kimono in a warm pool of relief as he rubbed firm circles against your back. Your hands clutch at his sides, pressing to feel the warm of his body.

“Forgive me, please. I’m just so used to...”--Jushiro grappled for words and you waited for him to wrestle the correct ones down--”keeping it hidden. Only being sick behind closed doors, away from everyone, and coming back when it’s through. There doesn’t seem to be any room for that kind of separation in marriage.”

“No,” you agreed. “I wouldn’t want there to be.”

Tentative, almost too low for you to hear anything but the vibration of his chest, he said, “I don’t want it to be that way either.”

“So, if you understand” you sniffle, muffled by fabric and skin and salty tears, failing at light-hearted. “Are we still getting married?”

Jushiro pushed at your shoulders until you felt the wind drying your tears in a cruel chill. His thin hands cupped your face, thumbs swiping at the damp tracks trailing your cheeks. You did the same for him. “-chan,” he sighed, tender and reassuring. “Would you marry a silly man like me? Through all my sickness and little bits of health?”

Puffs of visible warmth formed between your faces as you chuckled in pathetic, wet hiccups. “Yes. For the second time, yes.”

Jushiro relaxed fully in one large breath as he leaned forward to kiss you, both of you unbothered by the mingling tears wetting your faces or the briny taste of them shared between your tongues.

His hands cradled your back and pressed you fully against him as he deepened the kiss, his head canting to the side. The blanket fell from his shoulders. Tumbling from your reach as you locked your arms around his neck.

Your lips detached from Jushiro’s as a thump sounded from the porch, Shunsui’s voice registering seconds after.

“Well, what did I say, you two?”

Quick enough to bring spots to your eyes, you turned to see Sentaro’s body lying prone against the wood, his fingers shielding a blushed face. Both he and Kiyone looked mortified, yet unable to look away as Shunsui glided toward you.

“C-captain we-we just,” Kiyone said, her teeth chattering in anxiety as she squashed her face with clutching hands, fingers wide enough to allow her eyes an unobstructed view.

“We came to celebrate the newlyweds,” Shunsui interrupted, smoothly raising a large, elegantly decorated bottle of unopened sake. “But don’t let us interrupt you just yet. Sake’s always sweeter with a view, after all. And something tells me it was just getting good.”

Jushiro inhaled deeply as he hugged you close again, but his brown eyes were light, twinkling with humor. “I should thank you to keep that particular gaze away from my future wife.”

Freeing your head with a twist, you eyed Shunsui with a dramatized sniff, your own arms tight around Jushiro’s body. “Sorry, but that was the end of whatever show you were hoping for!”

Shunsui flopped boneless to the porch. With a wink, he began pouring booze into large drinking saucers and you couldn’t help but grin. “Maaa. Just my luck.”

“We’ll be going now, captain!” Kiyone bowed dramatically, tugging at Sentaro’s uniform with enough force to tug it loose from his obi, as she backed away. “We’re so happy for you!”

“Congratulations, captain! I’m the happiest I’ve ever BEEN for you!”

“Everyone’s going to be so excited!!”

“Kiyone! How dare you?! I would NEVER spread this information without our captain’s permission!”

“Wha--no! Captain, I meant when they find out! I would hate even MORE to spread your private information around.”

Your laughter warmed everything inside you. Jushiro’s arms holding you helping just as much.

Thanking them, you and he dismissed them with fond smiles that they took with them, their bickering explosive with relief.

As Jushiro pressed his lips to your cheek and led you to the porch, you were glad for both his and Shunsui’s hand helping you to kneel. Your soul felt so light, without them, you’d surely float away.